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Dave jumped out of bed almost
as soon as Ellie’s early morning whimpering turned to a crescendo. He tugged the curtains to one side. “Looks like it’s
going to be a scorcher – why don’t we throw a pack-up together and go to the
coast?” I blinked rapidly as my eyes tried to adjust to the
sunlight streaming through the window. “Good idea. You start on the sandwiches,
while I chivvy the kids.” Dave’s suggestion was greeted with varying degrees of enthusiasm
by the younger generation. “Cool!” said Adam. “Can we dig a ’normous hole again?” Ellie rushed to find her wellies. “Seaside, seaside!” Adam frowned. “D’you even know what the seaside is,
Ellie?” She shook her head firmly. “Seaside, seaside!” “She’ll be fine,” I said. “We can just tell her the
rock pools are extra-large puddles.” Dave paused, butter knife in mid-air. “Don’t think we
should let her spend too much time in the rock pools – she might get crabby.” “Da-ad!” Jennifer shuffled into the kitchen, still …